How do you count time?
Typically in March, I count out all 31 days. I’m not sure if the counting was to continually urge myself on or just a way of consecutively mark the time. Are you counting up? Are you counting down? This year I decided NOT to put the number for each day on the post title. I think it was a result of how differently time has felt during the last year . . .
since that fateful Friday the 13th of March, 2020.
It’s been a year since the pandemic actually took root in the US. A year of changes. Of course it was going to be two weeks. Then 8 weeks. And then . . .
It was like the movie Groundhog Day . . . over and over and over.
During the last year, time often felt frozen. Days melted into each other. Days lasted for a hundred hours. Months lasted for 100 days. Time moved so very slowly! The year felt like decades passed.
Hyperbole?
It was a strange sense of time. Patterns of getting up. Going to work. Going to appointments. All disrupted. Time existed on another plane.
How would you describe the passage of time during the last year? What do you anticipate for the future?
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Yes!! I love the line “days melted into each other” . You nailed exactly how it felt!
How some days could be short and snappy and the next stretched beyond mindful belief? Strange distortions in time!
All disrupted. Yes. Fran, I felt totally like my life was snatched from me. Staying home, once a welcomed respite and a safe haven, became almost a prison from which I wanted to escape. I hope we are reaching a point where we can almost find normal by the end of the summer.
Hopeful, Lynne. At least we are now on the right trajectory to “normal.”
I like your comparison to the days feeling like “Groundhog’s Day,” as we repeated the same activities over and over. For me, time moved at its regular pace, but being cooped up at my house, I found the lack of diverse activities and the limit of contact with other people to be disheartening. I’m ready for an adventure with friends!
Ah, adventures, yes! Moving away from virtual tours to planning for real, in- person trips! And with friends who are NOT living in boxes on my screen.
I love the line about days melting into each other…so true. I also feel like the months have melded into mega-months. I want to remember the good and let the stress and worry and sadness go….
Agreed. Love your phrase of mega-months. It feels like sunny days ahead!
Yes, one day blended into the next. I had to look at the calendar on our refrigerator just to know what day of the week it was. Hopefully this topsy-turvy world can get straightened out.
Exactly. No shopping day. No church day. The monotony of endless days!!!
I will borrow another’s thoughts and say how odd it was that the days were long but the months were short. As I age, time is appearing differently in so many ways. Your post captures this last year so well.
Thank you. I hope it’s a year that does not repeat itself. So different. So not necessary to be repeated.